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When Things Go Wrong

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Published: May 20, 2009
When Things Go Wrong
By Bonnie Watson

Don't you hate it when things go wrong,
Or get out of hand because you're not strong?
Don't you hate it when two people meet,
One says hi while the other doesn't speak?
Don't you hate it when work is a wreck,
Your boss is a creep; you just wanna' wring his neck?
Don't you hate it when writer's block hits,
You can't think of a thing except boring bits?
Or don't you hate it when your artwork is critiqued,
Your baby is slammed to the highest of mock peeks?
Don't you hate it when the weather changes,
You can't go outside because of forecast phazes?
And why does everything suddenly have to be Green,
When it's all about they money and there's really no progress to be seen?
Why does the president believe we're not a Christian nation,
Just because other religions are here you think this is a vacation?
If the founding Fathers knew what we were up to,
I'll bet you anything they'd say, "Yep, we're screwed!"
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Every day life experiences that relate in one way or another...and a bit of ranting.
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I'm not the one with the reloaded gun pointed at my chest. Step down and listen to mother because she might know best. Disobedient, he goes ahead and pulls the trigger anyway. And now poor old mother is alone and mourns every day. Now the blood trickles on to the carpet; Stains it with the colour of pretty roses But now roses aren't red for me. I'm not the one with the kitchen knife slicing at my wrist. This cut just adds yet another self-injury to the list. Enervated, she scratches away and tries to finish off the job. So now the last sound the bathtub will hear is her sob. Now the blood spills in to the water; Dyes it with the c
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Tallensen's avatar
You seemed to be in a bad mood when you wrote this. But still I like.
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bonbon3272Professional Digital Artist
And despite it all I still wanted to write a poem, lol.
Tallensen's avatar
Good for you! It means you're a true writer!
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bonbon3272Professional Digital Artist
Woot!
ReMixt's avatar
....you have a bad day bon?
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bonbon3272Professional Digital Artist
Just enough to make me wonder, that's all.
ReMixt's avatar
alright. hope things have gotten better. :hug:
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bonbon3272Professional Digital Artist
Oh yeah, it's fine. Just felt like ranting on things, hehe.
akai-no-akuma's avatar
I somehow can picture the founding fathers saying yes we're screwed and that's sorta funny.

*hugs* Sometimes daily life sucks.
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bonbon3272Professional Digital Artist
Yep. Thanks. *hugs back* Got your RP. Working on a reply.
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I already send mine back :) *hugs*
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